Hello, Luna

Prologue

All I really wanted was a normal, teenage life.

And thankfully, I had it.

Boyfriend: check.

Friends: check

Good grades: check.

Happy family: check.

Money: check

It's been like that since forever. I'm so lucky for it. And I couldn't enjoy it more.

It's fine. So I don't know why I was given this diary. But I'll write in it anyway, because I want to.

Actually, scratch that. Lately, I've realized that I need to. This is why.

***

9:00PM. Saturday.

I'm getting ready for my friend Olivia's party. My boyfriend, Callum, was coming to pick me up.

It was formal attire, so I wore a just-above-knee length dress, which was black with dark blue sparkles on it, with a black collar.

I chose a pair of black Doc Martins, and tied my brown hair in a bun above my hair. I didn't wear any makeup except for eyeliner and foundation and concealer. My ears were bare.

I opened my wardrobe and chose a blue shoulder bag, which was somehow classy. I stuffed my phone and purse in it and shut it.

I looked at the time. I only did that in 30 minutes?

I walked downstairs, passing my older brother who was in the living room, lying across the couch on his phone, and heading to the kitchen.

"Where to?" He asks. He hadn't looked up, but knew I was going somewhere because at 9:30PM, I'm usually at my desk doing homework.

"Oli's throwing another party." I said.

"Didn't she throw one, like, three days ago?"

"Five days ago, and she just likes parties."

He grunts. Usually, if not cooped up in his room and conversing, that's how Ty chats.

I find a can of sprite and open it above the sink, and, as predicted, it exploded everywhere.

"Ray shook the sprite cans again," I informed my older brother.

"He's in year 8, of course he does that. And it's not our fault you don't drink coke."

I know what you're thinking. But nope, I don't drink coke. Last time I drank an entire 2 litre bottle of coke and threw up so much I couldn't drink it again.

"Actually, it kind of is," I recall. "Raymond's the one who dared me to drink that 2 litre."

"I heard my name." A familiar voice said. My younger brother, Ray.

He stomped down the steps and looked at the sprite I was holding, then realised what I was wearing, and laughed.

"Really?" He says, "those shoes?"

"It's a clear fashion statement, Ray." I tell my brother. "Plus, it's not like you could pull them off."

He chuckled again, and then said "you've got that right."

My phone buzzed. I check it, and it's Callum. "I'm leaving." I tell them. "Be back in a couple hours."

"Bye." Ray said. Ty stood up to look at me and smiled. "Luna," he started, but trailed off.

"Yeah?" I ask.

"Make sure it's just a few hours after now and not after the morning."

I scoffed. "Please, Ty, I won't be."

"Not with those shoes" Raymond muttered. I scoffed at him too.

"See you later," I shut the door behind me, and made my way to the SUV.

***

Callum was waiting for me in the car. He was wearing a completely black suit. His blonde hair was buzzed off, and his body built. He had a stern look on his face.

I sat in the passenger seat and we started driving. "Hey." I said.

"Hey."

"How are you? You look stressed." I asked him.

He grunted. "That's one way to put it." He muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing."

We stayed silent for a while, until, fifteen minutes into the drive, I break the silence.

"What's wrong?" I ask him.

"Nothing." He looks at me with blue eyes.

"The truth." I demand.

He sighed. "I wanted to tell you this at the party, but, um.... I'm breaking up with you."

What? Why? What did I do wrong?

"Why?" I ask him.

"Because I've been... cheating on you."

I was fuming. How dare he?! "What the Hell, Cal?! How could you do this to me?!"

"Well, all I wanted was to put out with someone so-"

"Are you saying you just wanted to be with me like that and leave?"

He nodded.

"Who is it? The other one."

"Georgia Hamlington." He said. "Don't bring her into this, though."

I smile, between my gritted teeth. "Thanks." I say, "now pull over."

"What?"

"Pull over now!"

He did, with a quick swerve. I climbed out of the car and told him to leave. He did.

I was shivering in the cold. I took out my phone. We had driven for 20 minutes. That's at least a 40 minute walk, in the cold, in the dark.

I rang up Tyler.

"Luna?" He asked sleepily.

"Yes. Look, I'm sorry but I need a ride."

"Of course." He said. "Where are you?"

I gave him the address.

"Okay, stay there." The line went dead.

He arrived 15 minutes later.

I climbed into the passenger seat and he asked me what happened, as he drove us both back home. I explained, tears falling from my eyes. I hated crying while other people see me, but my brother was different.

Tyler swore at Callum in what sounded like many different languages.

We pulled into the driveway, and I thanked my brother, and once in my room, changed my clothes and climbed into bed.

***

HEY GUYS. I STARTED A NEW STORY BC I WAS REALLY STUCK FOR MY OTHER ONE AND I KINDA DIDNT KNOW WHERE TO GO WITH IT SO I FIGURED I'D GO FOR A LIGHTER, EASIER STORY LINE. ANYWAY, BYEEEEE :) HOPE YOU ENJOYED.